goodnight not goodbye

  • Me: Goodnight, (brother)!
  • Brother: Goodbye.
  • Me: No, don't say goodbye. Goodnight.
  • Brother: Goodbye.
  • Me: Goodbye is forever. Say goodnight.
  • Me: *literally stands on the stairs mid anxiety attack because "goodbye" and my anxiety is dumb*
  • Me: Cool.


“sorry” vs “I’m sorry”
“night” vs “goodnight”
“bye” vs “goodbye”
“love you” vs “i love you”

all have two different meanings

—  xmf12


“Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain Cheng were truly madly deeply in love with each other. Then life gave an 180°.
Adrien wishes to a shooting star he had never crossed paths with Marinette. Next day he wakes up on his bed, eight years younger with the choice to re-do his life.”

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The front page of the newspaper welcomed him at the office. The tabloid seemed to be written in neon lights rather than in the bold Arial font. Though he tried to avoid gossip newspapers and magazines, this kind of news were impossible to ignore.

He took the paper in his hands, walked to the closest chair on the round table and sat on it. The secretary followed him, putting a cup of tea in front of him. Adrien thanked her and took a sip of the red warm tea. Then he read the title one more time and flipped the pages until he found the article.

It wasn’t the first time he found this same tabloid on a magazine, it may be the fifth or sixth time he read the same title displayed on the cover of one. He perfectly remembered the first time he had seen one of those. It had been years ago, months after the day of their wedding.

He was walking home after a long day at the office, trying to hide in the shadows of the old buildings, ignoring stranger eyes and hoping to avoid known ones when his sight stumbled with the magazine. He couldn’t help but laugh.

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Goodnight and goodbye Australia. You have been absolutely amazing and we can’t wait to get back down here.

Sometimes I wonder what you would have done if I begged. What if I got down on my knees until they bled and admitted how wrong I was to love you? I would have grabbed your leg like a child and my muffled cries would have sent chills down your spine. I would tell you how it was foolish of me to think you would stay. I mean, why would you ever stay?
Maybe if I made you think that all of the bullshit you put me through was justified, maybe that’s what it would have taken to make you want to stay.
If that’s the case, I’m glad you slammed the fucking door on your way out. I’m a hell of a lot stronger than you ever gave me credit for.
—  He thought I was young and naïve
My SNL Goodnights monologue:

“Okay where’s Kate? There she is. Oh, she looks so pretty, look at her dress. Look at her hair. Look at her face. Oh, shoot. She’s hidden. Why she so smol? So adorable. Ugh, who IS this guy? Move. Move. Move, I need to see Kate, move. There she is. Oh, lost her again. There she is. So beautiful. So pure. She’s hugging Leslie, omg. Ugh THIS guy again?? Move. Move. Move. Mooooooove. Oh my god she’s so pretty. Date me. Move.”

I was commissioned for some flirty DaveKat and I turned it into an awful session of truth or dare + typical dirty joke I’m very professional.

She doesn’t say goodnight, she says goodbye
She tells you she’s totally fine

She doesn’t reply to text messages
She deleted her social media accounts

She doesn’t look both ways before she crosses the street
She doesn’t care if she gets hit by a car

She doesn’t share her clothes with her friends
She doesn’t want them to know that she hasn’t been eating

She doesn’t take pictures of herself anymore
She likes to pretend that nobody will notice her absence

She doesn’t say goodnight to her friends anymore
She says goodbye